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Everyone wants to experience the feeling of their heart beating fast, right?

——Quoted from -Otome Anatomy-Hatsune Miku

-1-

M has always trusted her intuition because it is not a gift.

...In fact, she never had any talent. She was a little shadow wrapped in a shroud since she was born. Her strength was not a gift from anyone.

After all, M is a banshee who was once called a fool by her own kind. She is unwilling to choose a powerful death, but only chooses the death she desires.

There is a price to pay for being willful.

In fact, any choice will have a price. The only difference is that other lives have relatives and friends to share the risk after making a choice, but M can only bear it himself.

Her willfulness did not come from anyone's love and care, but was simply a kind of indifference to the future and life and death.

-2-

And she did pay the heaviest price.

M has no regrets.

M just changed from an innocent fool to a crazy fool.

-3-

...The crazy fool still trusts his intuition.

That might be the only thing she could trust now.

Because M's intuition, once the weakest of himself, was a subconscious alarm honed through endless bloody battles. And it never failed.

She trusted her intuition, just as she trusted her own claws and the countless wounds on her body.

And her intuition sounded the alarm when she saw that blurry pale figure——

My intuition tells me that the other party is a dangerous guy.

Your instinct says you should stay away from that guy.

...How can it not be dangerous? That guy is closely related to the demise of the Gray Banshee.

M didn't know the prisoner's gender, age, or appearance—she couldn't even say specifically what the prisoner was. It looked neither like an undead nor a human, and its frail and pale appearance made it even less likely to be a banshee.

That thing is a dangerous mystery.

But she didn't care.

-4-

What worse could happen to her than her once favorite dress being reduced to a few bloodstained rags?

Moreover, unlike the false alarm brought by intuition, the eternal prisoner is a guy who is extremely trustworthy and does things in a down-to-earth manner.

After making a promise to participate in the gambling, M obtained the help of the prisoners.

-5-

A tiny, tiny ball of light.

That ball of light looked a bit like the blue light spots floating around the Eternal Life Prison, except that its color was red.

At first, M didn't pay much attention. At first, there was nothing in M's vision except the crimson color of blood.

Until she brought the ball of light back to that world—that dark world that was now completely enveloped by most of her own body, where time had frozen—

How should it be used? Should it be planted? Or should it be touched?

As M was thinking, he saw the ball of light tremble slightly, like an eye that had just opened.

-6-

"Is this the world?"

A hoarse, indistinct voice came from the ball of light, "This world is shrouded in a beautiful black shadow."

M was stunned.

"You are... a prisoner?"

-7-

The ball of light trembled again, as if blinking.

"...Your... true form is this?... Such a small ball of light... Why... did you just give me your true form..."

The prisoner interrupted her. "Why do you think I should stay in prison if my real body can escape so easily? I'm just controlling it remotely with this energy I've separated."

M: “…”

M felt that the prisoner seemed to be secretly ashamed of his low IQ.

Although his tone of voice was extremely polite and calm, M could sense that the prisoner was a somewhat aloof fellow, and he didn't seem to want to communicate frequently with the Banshee.

...and he especially dislikes her low IQ.

-8-

M stopped asking questions.

She wasn't very curious, as the prisoner's secret had nothing to do with her.

M watched silently as the light ball began to develop around it—no, it was probably the prisoners far away in another world who were manipulating it—thin threads were connected in the boundless darkness—threads branched out, and then formed a web—

Thousands and thousands of crimson rays enveloped the pitch-black world, extending, enveloping, gathering, and transmitting light and dark alternately, as if the world itself had a heart and blood vessels, transmitting its heartbeat towards her position.

[Bang]

[Bang]

[Bang]

...It's not an illusion.

Standing under the light net that slowly expanded outside the world, M could actually hear a faint heartbeat.

-9-

...Is it the heartbeat of the world where my sister was born?

"Ah. There's a newborn baby here."

The prisoner muttered, then followed the red light and picked up a small point of light from the center of the world.

"What a pity... This origin has just sprouted, but it's already dying."

That spot of light was particularly tiny compared to the light ball controlled by the prisoner. After it was taken out, it looked like a small stone.

The ball of light touched it gently, just like caressing a flower seed.

M frowned beside him, a little impatient: "Is this thing the key to helping the world go back in time?"

"No, this is the dying source of the world. I am the key to helping this world flow back. If you don't understand, you can remain silent."

“…”

-10-

Very good, it’s not an illusion.

The prisoner just kind of despised her intelligence.

M rubbed his fingers together, and the shadow behind him became a little agitated. Although he was offering help, he still needed to chop and repair this attitude.

-11-

But the next moment, the light ball put away the small light spot and expanded the net again.

Dense and interwoven streams of red light bloomed in the darkness—

[Bang]

[Bang]

[Bang]

The world's heartbeat quickened.

The dark shadow gradually dissipated.

The sky shifts, dots of light shuttle back and forth, the dead air is slowly being drawn away, the dark battlefield is covered with pale white wildflowers, and the falling water flows back into the wooden pot.

-12-

M watched the whole world flow backwards in front of him.

No...it's regeneration.

M's gaze passed through the rapidly regenerating world—the most beautiful courtesan in the city still had a cold face, and the fishermen on the border were still casting their nets to catch fish in their untrodden villages—

Her gaze fell directly on the person she wanted to see the most.

——The little girl who has not yet fully grown up, she is wearing a simple but beautiful dress, humming a song while stewing fish soup in the kitchen, and there are a few small stray animals on the balcony.

The sun was shining brightly, there were no bruises on Shancha's wrists, and her brows were not wrinkled at all.

ah.

……ah.

-13-

M's vision suddenly faded away from all the scarlet.

She finally saw the wildflowers again. She saw the cakes again. She finally saw...noticed...

A ball of light hangs outside the world, quietly controlling everything. The light spots scattered around it are not the red of blood.

That is...

Her favorite color is maple leaves.

-14-

Light in the endless darkness.

Scattered all shadows.

-15-

M took a deep breath.

She suddenly realized that breathing was such a joyful thing. As she breathed in and out, her heart expanded and contracted with such a large amplitude that it caused a dull pain.

...To be honest, which banshee - which life - has the opportunity to see the whole world flow backwards like this?

M thought this scene was beautiful. So beautiful that he couldn't help but take another deep breath.

She even wanted to exclaim in admiration.

After the blood color that had been shrouding her vision faded, she couldn't help but want to admire something.

She looked straight at the ball whose light was gradually disappearing.

-16-

Prisoner: "You don't think this is the end, do you? It's just a repeat. What just happened will happen again. If you want to rescue that person completely, there is still work to do."

M: “…”

M remembered that the guy next to him had just looked down on his IQ.

She immediately swallowed her admiration and said, "I just noticed for the first time that this long-range energy ball you gave me is ugly."

“…”

“The color is awful.”

“…”

-17-

The ball of light was silent for a long time.

It took so long that M suddenly realized that he had asked someone to help him, and that the other person hadn't been rude enough to express his disdain. If he was seriously manipulating the world backwards and there was a stranger who didn't know what was going on and was telling him what to do, his work attitude couldn't be good...

Well, for the first time in her life, she cared about other people's feelings... No, no, not other people. This guy might not even be human, just a ball with a little brain damage from being in jail for too long... No, this guy's true form isn't a ball either. Who knows what his true form is, but the maple-red energy is really beautiful...

Perhaps it was the red color of the maple leaves, or perhaps it was the excitement of my heart that had begun beating again.

M couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry. Can I invite you to eat cakes in this world?"

-18-

The prisoner, who had been in the prison of eternal life for countless reincarnations, was stunned.

For the first time in his life, he encountered a knowledge blind spot.

-19-

"What is gaogao?"

-20-

——Gao Gao is Gao Gao, a delicious dessert with all kinds of shapes and flavors, whose function is to bring all food lovers closer together.

The banshee who has been rummaging through the kitchen waste for a living by searching for dead fish cannot refuse Gao Gao, and the prisoner who has been imprisoned and has basically never eaten anything cannot refuse Gao Gao either.

M was sitting at a street stall with a plate of jasmine cakes in the shape of a kitten next to him. The light balls suspended above the plate were dropping cakes into the ball at a rate of one per minute.

…I originally thought that if I bought a huge plate, she would be able to eat some.

-twenty one-

"Have you not eaten yet?"

"What's rice? I've had toast. Toast is delicious when it's cooked properly."

"...Forget it, just eat more."

-twenty two-

So pitiful.

M, whose staple food used to be dead fish and rice soaked in soup, felt very sorry: he had never even eaten rice.

-twenty three-

So the ball of light continued to dazzle wildly.

He showed off the cake so quickly that the cake owners behind the stall and in the shops gave him strange looks - the humans in this world couldn't see the light ball, they could only see a girl with black hair and black eyes sitting on a bench, supporting herself with her hands behind her back, and the cake on the plate disappeared without her even moving her mouth.

M: “…”

M: "If you go slower, the boss will get suspicious."

The ball of light paused and uttered a soft "hmm".

It lowered its altitude, pushed the plate with its ball, and placed the remaining three flower cakes next to M's hand.

-twenty four-

"Thank you. Here you go."

…Although he was treating her to the cakes she bought, his tone was still quite obedient.

Really polite.

M tilted his head and looked.

A small red ball of light without any features, no expression can be seen, and it is unknown whether it is male or female.

But she suddenly felt that the other person was a bit like a child.

"How old are you?"

“…”

"Oh, you can't answer?"

"……no."

-25-

The ball of light moved: "I have no age. Because I was never born."

……ah.

M vaguely guessed something and stopped asking.

If you ask again, you will cross the line.

...The most important thing is her sister. She only cares about her sister.

"You mentioned before, is there any follow-up work?"

"Yes. Your wish was to save that person... Turning the world back is just the first step."

The ball of light said, "Life and death are not so easily reversed. Humans will always die at their appointed time. No matter how many times we go back in time, no matter how many times we go back in time... death will always happen. There is no escape from this."

-26-

His voice was particularly soft when he said this, and M seemed to be aware of something.

"Like what you did to the world, going back, tracking back—have you done that many times?"

“…”

The silence lasted for a long time, until M thought he probably wouldn't answer, and then he heard a very light "hmm".

-27-

"...So, did you achieve your goal?"

"It's been accomplished. But, I paid a price."

“…”

M suddenly didn't want to ask anymore.

The power to easily reverse the flow of the world must of course come at an incredible price... Is that why the prisoners have an eternal sentence in that prison?

-27-

Yes. She will pay the price too.

She just didn't want to find out the content in advance...

M raised his hand to block the sunlight that was falling directly into his eyes after changing the angle.

The prisoner of this world went back to a bright spring season many years ago. Shancha had not yet experienced her first death, and the last time she met the cat she fed, she heard it speak.

-28-

M looked at the spots shaking between his fingers.

…She actually didn’t dare to go see her sister.

How should I answer her? Explain how a cat can transform into a human? Or explain why I look exactly like her?

she……

I'm not afraid of you...

-29-

The world is retraced back to the glorious springtime.

But she didn't.

Only...she...is the black banshee who has experienced all of that.

-30-

M placed his hand, which was shielding him from the sun, directly over his eyes.

Now, even the spots of sunlight swaying in her eyes stung a little.

For too long, too long... I only stared at the scarlet blood... There was only blood in my vision...

After seeing the sunshine and flowers again, it is really hard to adapt.

She stared at the blood for too long, even though the world had erased all traces of it.

-31-

M's other hand, which had fallen on the bench, was suddenly touched.

She moved her eyes lazily from the shadow of the back of her hand, and saw the ball of light next to her carefully push the plate, so that the edge of the wooden plate, which exuded a sweet fragrance and was slightly warmed by the sun, touched her fingertips.

He repeated quite seriously, "There are three cakes left. You eat them."

“…”

-32-

In fact, "gaogao" was something she imitated other children calling when she first came into contact with pastries. Later, even when she gradually gained some common sense, she still called it that to act cute with her sister... But M already knew that the full name of this thing was "gaogao". The name "gaogao" was very childish.

The prisoner is a mysterious, powerful and cold guy, with a vague voice, which has nothing to do with youthfulness and tenderness.

...This guy is so serious about imitating her casual habit of saying "gao gao"... It seems that he really doesn't understand these things...

M scoffed and reached out to poke the ball of light.

-33-

"Little boy. Quite cute."

-34-

prisoner:"……"

The prisoner in the jail touched his face slowly and licked the uneaten pastry crumbs at the corner of his mouth in confusion.

He replied: "Please don't poke at it. This is a ball of light condensed from energy. If you poke it, it will disappear."

M was unconcerned: "You can even reverse the world, and the condensed ball of light will dissipate with a single poke of your finger?"

“Don’t poke.”

M never liked to hear advice that started with "don't." She immediately reached out and poked it again: "Just poke it, what do you think?"

“…”

Then he poked her again: "What can you do?"

“…”

"If you have the guts, break out of prison and come beat me up. Hehehehe."

“…”

-35-

It’s nothing actually.

The adults who often visited the performances had also poked his cheeks... more often they pinched or pinched him... and after that, they always told him he was ugly and wouldn't give him this soft and fragrant food... Oh, what was this food called, cake...

The prisoner thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Then buy me another plate of this. And another plate of cakes, and you can poke at them as you like."

Ms. M: “…”

-36-

Miss M's hand, which was poking randomly, immediately froze.

She had never been around such a good kid before, and she couldn't figure out whether the pounding feeling in her heart was because she wanted to bully him or because she suddenly felt guilty - after all, it was a bit strange to associate a being that could reverse the world with a "good kid".

No matter how well-behaved you think this thing is, you shouldn't let your guard down.

Miss M was frozen in fear and could only apologize dryly.

“…I’m sorry.”

"It's okay. Still want to poke?"

“…No, thank you.”

"It doesn't matter."

-37-

As a result, M treated Guangqiu to three plates of cakes that day.

...out of an inexplicable sense of guilt and also out of an inexplicable desire to act.

How should I put it? It’s like I suddenly understood why my sister likes to feed other stray animals so much... Maybe it’s this "feeding feeling" that makes the demon addicted... cough.

The prisoner had no gender, no appearance, no age, and nothing could be seen of the appearance of the little ball of light - so M thought feeding him was just like feeding a pet.

I didn't have any random thoughts. I felt like we were good friends, that he was well behaved, and I was really grateful for his help... so I just fed him.

It's just a simple liking.

M was very open about this simple affection, just like playing with maple leaves.

-38-

Besides, she didn't really care about money anyway.

At this point in time, she had been collecting gold and silver in order to get information out of the city. There were still many money bags left in the old hideouts in several alleys, which she had obtained from looting corpses... A few plates of cakes were enough to feed them.

...Jasmine cake, osmanthus sugar cake, mung bean cake, three whole plates were actually eaten up by the other party. I don’t know how long he has been hungry. Isn’t he tired of it?

-39-

Perhaps it was because the three plates of cakes that were fed had some effect, the light ball had not left after eating the cakes.

He suggested: "Why don't you go meet the person you tried so hard to save?"

M...M moved his feet slowly.

The bright sunlight had faded, and the spots that had previously fallen on her face now fell on her toes.

-40-

M whispered, "No. I'm a banshee, and I should have stayed away from my sister. A banshee is always accompanied by death."

The prisoner thought for a moment and said, "Nothing here is foam. It won't break if you get close."

“…”

"I truly reversed everything. I never failed a single wish. Even if you don't believe that person truly came back to life, you should trust my strength. I have been caged for eternity, and I have nothing left except strength."

“…”

-41-

M stared down at his feet for a long time.

"How should I explain this to my sister? I didn't..."

This time, my sister doesn't remember that choice, nor the decades that followed... I'm the only one who knows her from a single perspective...

"If that's your sister, you can just say you're her younger sister."

"...Sister is a very smart person..."

"A wise man does not doubt his relatives."

“…”

-42-

M stood up slowly and took a step forward.

She took a few steps and suddenly thought of something. She turned to look at the ball of light, her expression flickering.

"Why do you say this?" M asked, "What do you think of me? Do you think I'm a fragile and beautiful woman?"

Just like the beasts—yes, the beasts, not yet dead, she remembered, not yet dead—

The small maple-red ball of light moved.

"Are you a woman?" he asked blankly. "All I can see from my side is a large dark shadow."

“…”

-43-

oh.

I almost forgot this guy is very powerful... The long-range energy ball perspective can't see the transformation, but it can see through her true form at a glance...

Tsk.

"You are not a woman. You are a large, particularly aggressive, dark mass."

“…”

"The shadow's edges are a bit rough... well, it's even more aggressive..."

“…”

"It just looks like a big, dark, not very bright blob. A super, super, super big blob... uh, a super fat blob?"

“…”

"Blackie is baring his teeth again... Is that corner a tooth, or is the edge of his shadow just too rough..."

"Okay, shut up."

-44-

I understand that you can't see any appearance, age or gender at all, so shut up and stop describing my true form.

-45-

"Feel sorry."

The prisoner was very polite: "I just wanted to be more specific. Actually, you are quite cute, a big ball, with a full beauty."

M: “…”

M took a quick step forward, grabbed the ball of light with considerable force, and then turned and left.

-46-

——The prisoner in the jail was pinched on the face quite hard, but he remained indifferent.

After eating three plates of cake from this witch, he could let her knead it for three hours. He was very particular about fairness.

And, well…

-47-

The prisoner thought that she could only have this moment of confusion, this moment of anger, and this moment of straightforward temper.

To ask why...

-48-

He has fulfilled many similar wishes for other beings.

Humans, non-humans, and undead.

"Resurrection from the dead", "one more time"... too many, too many.

Too many lives long for the world to go back.

And the prisoner never refused, he fulfilled almost every wish.

...Therefore, he understood very well what this reversal of the entire world would bring to the wisher.

-49-

Everything that had happened was gone.

All that has been experienced becomes nothingness.

The one you love the most, hate the most, and fear the most...

No one cares about you or knows you anymore.

You've gone through so much hardship, and you feel like you've saved the world—

In fact, it is the world after the reversal that has completely abandoned you.

-50-

Finally, when your memory is disordered, when you are insane, when your personality is distorted...

No one will understand you like that. No one.

Everything—everything you could have died for—has abandoned you.

What's more, well, to actually and correctly realize the wish of "resurrection from the dead" is itself a very difficult thing... To save a person and truly escape the fate arranged by the world... is extremely difficult.

Maybe you can dodge it once, twice, but there is no end in sight.

If there is even the slightest mistake, the person you want to protect the most will die again.

In the end, you find yourself alone in a strange world, with nothing to care about anymore.

-51-

Although being "abandoned by the world" sounds like a cool thing, it will actually drive every wisher crazy.

Whether human or non-human, undead or banshee...

Therefore, prisoners never charge any price, and the conditions they offer are just seemingly simple sentences and gambling.

The desire to "resurrect from the dead" and challenge death itself will come at a price.

Before this banshee, every time, all kinds of wish-makers had entrusted him to reverse the world...

-52-

None of them successfully returned to the prison of eternal life to serve their sentence.

No one came back, and he was the only one in the Eternal Prison.

None of the prisoners' wishers survived.

Those who made the wish were completely crazy - they chose suicide and ended themselves completely -

Lost any desire for life.

-53-

Many beings felt that the prisoners had deliberately set a trap.

...Why would he deliberately set a trap?

He's just a good prisoner who likes to play the organ, sincerely wants to satisfy everyone's every wish, and then use a little bit of completely collapsed suicide souls as fertilizer for the flowers.

To appease the dying flowers, you must use good fertilizer. If you can't find the right fertilizer, they will just die once.

He did not reject death, but he felt it was a waste to use it simply to make fertilizer for flowers, and it also lacked aesthetic appeal.

-54-

Besides, the prisoners never really set the trap.

He knew that the reason those guys misunderstood him was because they saw his light ball always appearing next to those who made suicidal wishes, pulling away their broken and depressed souls.

But, well, those souls just sitting there will just slowly fade away and turn into nothingness.

He never harms his wishers, but if they choose to end their lives, there's no reason not to allow him to recycle them.

-55-

You know, every time, the prisoners made a wish sincerely, hoping that the person they wished for could survive smoothly.

He is even responsible enough to give each wisher a ball of light, explain to them as clearly as possible how to realize their wishes, monitor them in real time, and help them realize their wishes.

Anyway, he is in prison and has nothing but strength.

There is not much difference whether you distribute one portion of your strength or one hundred portions.

...But no one fulfilled his wish.

-56-

That’s too much.

He has fulfilled countless wishes, but no one has ever fulfilled his wishes. Yet, such a kind and selfless person is still suspected of being a bad person.

...Forget it, at least I can earn some fertilizer for flowers, alas.

As for why he is so considerate, serious and responsible in ensuring that those who make wishes have their wishes fulfilled?

-57-

Because jail is boring.

Very, extremely boring.

He needed fun so badly… so badly.

If there were no wishers, if we could not observe those wishes and those worlds——

Prisoners will become so bored that they will kill themselves repeatedly.

-58-

The prisoners hated blood.

But during the eternal sentence, only by seeing the blood flowing down his arm can he feel that he really exists.

...Not living, just existing.

Just exist.

-59-

However, he was tightly tied in a cage and didn't even have the right to kill himself.

So, every time the prisoner was bored to death and wanted to kill himself——

He will then reverse the flow of the Eternal Life Prison.

Over and over again, I recall the days when I was still an organist.

Meeting Parsifal again, again, again, witnessing the children die again, again, again, again, seeing Parsifal off again, again, again, and then, again, again, again, again...

Allow yourself to die.

-60-

Death from illness, blood drawing, puncture wounds, under the teacher's knife, under the adults' wine bottles, crushed in half by a carriage heading off into the distance, and, ah, his favorite, favorite...

Fall off a cliff.

Falling off a cliff in front of his brother.

Or being pushed off a cliff by his brother.

-61-

Leaning back, closing my eyes, my hands completely released, my shoulders opened wide—the wind blew up the corners of my white clothes, making it feel like I was flying. I wonder if bungee jumping, that fun sport out there, feels this way—ah, that's really fun, but it hurts a bit when I fall—

But, during the process, I can fly so freely.

So, that little bit of pain is not worth mentioning.

-62-

This is the prisoner's only way to play and the only fixed pleasure he has during his eternal sentence - his own death.

...Without a wisher to come and play, he could only play by himself. He really had no choice.

He has always been a kind and good boy.

He only plays with himself and never plays with others. This little hobby shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Moreover, in the Eternal Life Prison, amidst the boundless sea of ​​pure white tulips, this prisoner is imprisoned beneath a gigantic pipe organ...

He has his own consciousness, right here in this prison.

-63-

The prisoners never tasted "freedom".

"Confinement" is his swaddling clothes.

Colorful food, romantic and unique scenery, rich and colorful sports...

None of this has anything to do with him.

From the beginning, he was a prisoner.

There is no past, no future, only eternal imprisonment, maintaining eternal peace.

No name, no gender, not to mention shape—prisoner, or, organ, his purpose from the beginning was—

Instead of the gloomy Banshee, she was imprisoned at the very root of this world.

-64-

Yes, the Gray Banshee. She was the one who created him, I guess.

Now he was lying in his basement, extremely timid, never daring to wake up from his long sleep again... Well, what a coward he was, he was obviously not scary at all.

Come to think of it, Gray Banshee used to particularly like calling him… “a broken little puppy”?

-65-

Because his existence is to make the Gray Banshee smash into pieces many times.

Indeed, it was quite fragmented. Even if he recalled it again and again, he had never had a healthy body like his brother... He really envied his brother.

Although I can hear my brother stammering about the things happening outside every time I go back in time, I am always willing to listen to the organ again.

My brother has played skateboards, played guitar, and eaten colorful fruit candies.

...It’s great to have a healthy body.

If he was healthy enough, he wouldn't have been picked by the Gray Banshee.

-66-

The organ was never actually born, and certainly not by a human being.

His theoretical human parents were indeed Parsifal's parents—and indeed, his theoretical twin brother—

But, long before he was born, long before he had a body in the human womb and flesh and blood coagulated beside his brother.

The Gray Banshee found a family living in a small house.

-67-

The banshee, shrouded in a shroud and with sharp claws, embodied all the witch legends in the wilderness, and this banshee indeed spoke like the witches in countless fairy tales...

"In eleven months, you will have twins. Give me the more fragile of the twins, and the kinder of the twins. I will give you a house, a carriage, and a bag of gold."

The panicked man and woman hugged each other and nodded without hesitation for half a second.

-68-

So, ten months later, Parsifal was born as an only son in a family with a beautiful house and a luxurious carriage, with a pair of clear and beautiful blue eyes.

The organ crawled out from the pile of corpses killed by the banshee, followed the smell of death of thirteen black dogs, thirteen white doves and thirteen thirteen-year-old children, and opened its scarlet eyes.

-69-

He is not a baby, not a ghost, and has never been born. He is just an ugly and twisted derivative of death.

The moment he opened his eyes, the form of the thirteen-year-old boy gathered and became an organ.

The Gray Banshee grabbed his throat and said with a smile that he should thank herself from the bottom of his heart - she smelled the scent of his childhood death in advance, and if it were not for the power of death that made him reappear here, he would have died of tuberculosis at the age of thirteen.

So, she showed mercy and gave him the possibility of existence.

He should be loyal to her. After all, he has no life to begin with, and his soul must be something given by her - he must become her puppy and bear all the costs for her.

-70-

Well, the price.

Any choice will have a price to pay, this is something even the silly black banshee understands.

Therefore, the Gray Banshee, who was smart enough to come up with the idea of ​​imprisoning the entire world and creating so many twisted deaths to make herself powerful, must of course pay a price. She had long predicted that so many twisted deaths would eventually give rise to some terrible monster, which would then backfire on her.

But the Gray Banshee is a smart banshee, she will never bear it herself - the price can be passed on, right?

So, she looked through the few existing texts on the Banshee and found a way.

The more vulnerable twin, the kinder twin, can serve as a replacement for the Banshee.

So, the Gray Banshee picked a pair of twins and carefully raised a puppy.

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This puppy has the ability to revive infinitely like the banshee, but he will never have a way to become stronger.

He is not a human being, has never been born, and it is impossible for him to become an undead and become stronger through the ways of the undead.

The meaning of his existence is fragmentation.

What a brilliant idea! A brilliant idea even more brilliant and clever than imprisoning the world!

The puppy would bear countless deaths for her, and bear the hatred of any monsters that might be born from her. To ensure that he could never escape, the Gray Witch even tied the puppy to her largest breeding farm—the monastery—and ordered him to guard the children and monitor for opportunities for the birth of monsters...

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You raise a dog so it can die for you.

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As for the name? Gray Banshee herself was a banshee who didn't care about names, so how could she possibly give a dog a name?

The dog actually calls himself the Organ.

The Gray Witch could see through his little thoughts: after accidentally meeting Parsifal in the monastery, he was particularly obsessed with making his eyes blue, as if becoming a boy exactly like Parsifal would make him more alive.